Post by Jackie on Aug 28, 2006 9:14:29 GMT -5
ok...hope this hasn't been on before...not sure if its new or not...but I can relate to it....
Subject: This Is Serious.
Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys
were
stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney story
was an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day. My
thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just
that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's
thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oa tmeal. Who would have
done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years. Whose
thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer
looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to
living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.
Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My rear
end
was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match
my new rear end (although badly attached at least three inches lower
than my original) to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. Now, my rear
complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts
would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One
morning I was fixing my hair and I watched, horrified but fascinated, as
the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the
hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one
section at a time. How clever and fiendish. Age? Age had nothing to do
with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like
maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning In
despair, I gave up my T-shirts. What could they do to me next?
My poor neck disappeared more quickly than the Thanksgiving turkey it
now resembled. That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on
the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell
the coffee. That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using. You
KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you? The next
time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted", look again. Was it
lifted from you? I think I finally found my thighs. And I hope that
Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!
This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every
night. WARN YOUR FRIENDS!!!.
P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my
breasts.
I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed, I was
relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.
Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.
Subject: This Is Serious.
Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys
were
stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney story
was an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day. My
thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just
that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's
thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oa tmeal. Who would have
done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years. Whose
thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer
looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to
living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.
Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My rear
end
was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match
my new rear end (although badly attached at least three inches lower
than my original) to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. Now, my rear
complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts
would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One
morning I was fixing my hair and I watched, horrified but fascinated, as
the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the
hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one
section at a time. How clever and fiendish. Age? Age had nothing to do
with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like
maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning In
despair, I gave up my T-shirts. What could they do to me next?
My poor neck disappeared more quickly than the Thanksgiving turkey it
now resembled. That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on
the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell
the coffee. That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using. You
KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you? The next
time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted", look again. Was it
lifted from you? I think I finally found my thighs. And I hope that
Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!
This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every
night. WARN YOUR FRIENDS!!!.
P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my
breasts.
I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed, I was
relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.
Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.
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